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The apocalypse arrives, rain stops worldwide, outdoor temperatures soar to 60 degrees Celsius, and everyone fights and loses their humanity over a single drop of water.
But I gave away dozens of cases of bottled water that I had stockpiled at home to my neighbors downstairs for free.
People laughed at my overflowing compassion; my wicked ex even hoarded two tons of water, waiting to see me thirsty and begging her on my knees like a dog.
But what they didn't know was that I didn't need water at all.
Because I'm not human.

My brother chose my enemy, and the man I loved joined forces with her to sell me into a club.
Pregnancy, miscarriage, imprisonment, beatings—every cry for help I made was dismissed as "just an act."
It wasn't until I was truly dead that they lost their minds, dropping to their knees at my grave and sobbing that they were sorry.
But by then, I could no longer hear them.

Nine months pregnant and about to give birth, my husband Zane locked me in the wine cellar.
All because his widowed business partner, Elena, was also giving birth today.
"You almost made Elena go into labor early. You need to think about what you've done."
Agonizing contractions wracked my body. I dropped to my knees, begging him, "Zane, please─the baby is coming now! He will die!"
He just shoved me down the cold stone steps, his eyes icy cold.
"Stop lying! Your due date isn't today. You'll do anything for attention, won't you?"
"Tonight, only Elena's safety matters. You'll stay here until you admit you were wrong!"
The heavy wooden door slammed shut, snuffing out the last bit of hope I had left.
Hours later, Zane was cradling Elena's newborn son, calling the maid.
"Elena had a boy. I couldn't be happier. Let my wife out—I'm willing to forgive her little tantrum today."
But on the other end of the phone, the maid was sobbing.
"Sir... your wife and the baby... they're already gone."

“Don’t come any closer.”
‎His voice was low and sharp, nothing like the boy I remembered, I should have listened, I should have turned around and walked away, Instead, I looked at him.
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‎The leather jacket, the bike behind him, the tattoos I didn’t recognize. Only his eyes were the same, dark and familiar, like they’d been waiting for me.
‎“It’s me,” I said quietly.
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‎His jaw tightened, and for a second, something dangerous flickered across his face. “That’s exactly why you shouldn’t be here.”
‎I never meant to find him, I never expected him to be like this. He keeps his distance, but his silence says more than words ever could. Every look feels like a warning. Every moment near him feels like a mistake I don’t know how to stop making.
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‎I know he’s forbidden, I know I should walk away. But some bonds don’t fade with time. They stay, heavy and unfinished, waiting for the one moment that can ruin everything. And the closer we get, the clearer it becomes...
‎He isn’t the danger... Wanting him is.
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When the music building floods, Elena Rossi is relocated to a private box in the university hockey arena, only to have her sanctuary shattered by hockey captain Julian Vane. Tasked with tutoring him to save his spot on the team, she reluctantly agrees but only if their arrangement includes a public charade: pretending to date. As their staged romance grows dangerously real, a shadow from Elena’s past threatens everything. Amid late-night practices, stolen moments, and escalating danger, they must confront trust, fear, and their hearts or risk losing it all.

The king is cursed. They say his touch burns. They say no bride survives him.
So when they forced me into another woman’s place, I thought I was being sent to my death.
I was wrong. He touched me… and I didn’t burn.

Now the most dangerous man in the empire won’t let me out of his sight. He watches me. Tests me. Touches me like he’s trying to prove I’m real.

If he discovers I’m nothing but a servant, I’ll be executed.
But if he doesn’t… I might become his queen.
And the longer I stay, the more I realize. The curse isn’t just his.
It’s ours.

After suffering an immense heartbreak in the past, Aria assumes the identity of a crippled and pretended to be weak to see if her mate, Alpha Carden really loved her. When he brutally rejects her in front of the whole pack for being a cripple, her last string of sanity snaps. Filled with anger and hurt over his betrayal, she resolves to get her revenge on all those who had underestimated her. When fate pulls the two back together in the most unimaginable way possible, she must decide whether to accept this second chance at love with the man who hurt her or to forever bury her heart along with any possibility of love.
Carden had rejected Aria when the pressure became too much for him. It didn’t make sense to have a crippled person as his Luna. Or so he thought. However, fate finds a way to bring them together once more, and he realizes that she is actually much more than appears. Different enemies threaten to topple down the long-standing stability he’s worked to build and allies start to switch sides. In the midst of everything, he has only one goal in mind. Win Aria’s heart back at all costs even if it kills him.

After returning from work, Clarissa found out hee husband and her sister was having an affair. Broken, she couldn’t stop herself from being noticed.

She found out she was being poisoned and she couldn’t stop their conspiracy as Lilly hit her with a chair which caused her death.

She wished desperately for a second chance before her breath dropped. She opened her eyes to a flash of light which turned out to be cameras where she realized she was in a press conference 3 years ago.

He is popular, hot, ruthless, and fierce, Jayden King has it all: that makes him untouchable. But when his relentless bullying drives a classmate to death, his perfect world shatters in a way he could never have foreseen. Haunted by his actions, Jayden unknowingly awakens a curse—a dark force binding him to a fate that defies his control. Now, his only chance at redemption is to face a chilling new destiny, a path laced with danger, mystery, and haunting shadows of his past. With each step, he realizes the stakes are far higher than he ever imagined, and the cost of finding peace may be more than he’s willing to pay.

I'm a folklorist. Folk traditions are my field.
At first, I thought it was just an ordinary rhyme, a scrap of oral history set to a tune.
"A rag doll in the mire, swinging high up to the sky..."
We all thought it was just a prank.
Until the first person drowned in the bog. Then the second fell from a tower crane. Then the third somehow drowned in a bathtub.
I stared at the black symbol surfacing on the back of my hand.
And then I saw the dean—the one who was supposed to be dead—standing outside my dorm window in a long black dress, smiling at me with impossible tenderness...